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the wonder of the cross

From the sixth hour until the ninth hour darkness came over all the land. About the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?”—which means, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” When some of those standing there heard this, they said, “He’s calling Elijah.” Immediately one of them ran and got a sponge. He filled it with wine vinegar, put it on a stick, and offered it to Jesus to drink. The rest said, “Now leave him alone. Let’s see if Elijah comes to save him.” And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit. At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook and the rocks split. The tombs broke open and the bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life. They came out of the tombs, and after Jesus’ resurrection they went into the holy city and appeared to many people.  When the centurion and those with him who were guarding Jesus saw the earthquake and all that had happened, they were terrified, and exclaimed, “Surely he was the Son of God!” Many women were there, watching from a distance. They had followed Jesus from Galilee to care for his needs. Among them were Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James and Joses, and the mother of Zebedee’s sons. Matthew 27: 45-56
Isaac Watts 1674-1748 – 

When I survey the wondrous cross 
on which the Prince of glory died
my richest gain I count as loss
and pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast 
save in the cross of Christ my God.
The very things that charm me most 
I sacrifice them to his blood.

See from his head, his hands, his feet
sorrow and love flow mingled down.
When did such love and sorrow meet
or thorns compose so rich a crown?

His lifeblood, like a crimson robe
clothes all his body on the tree.
Then I am dead to all the globe
and all the globe is dead to me.

Were the whole realm of nature mine
that were an offering far too small.
Love so amazing, so divine
demands my soul, my life, my all.

Vicky Beeching © 2007 Thankyou Music -

O precious sight my Saviour stands
dying for me with outstretched hands.
O precious sight I love to gaze
remembering salvation's day
remembering salvation's day
Though my eyes linger on this scene
may passing time and years not steal 
the power with which it impacts me
the freshness of its mystery.

May I never lose the wonder
the wonder of the cross.
May I see it like the first time
standing as a sinner lost.
Undone by mercy and left speechless
watching wide eyed at the cost
may I never lose the wonder
the wonder of the cross.

Behold the God-man crucified
the perfect sinless sacrifice.
As blood ran down those nails and wood
history was split in two.
Yes history was split in two
Behold the empty wooden tree
his body gone alive and free
We sing with everlasting joy
for sin and death have been destroyed
Yes sin and death have been destroyed

Sinner Syvret

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